Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.