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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.