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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Faust,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.