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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Delta 5,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.