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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
PIL,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.