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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.