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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Star Department,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.