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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.