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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.