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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
PIL,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.