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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.