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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.