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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.