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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.