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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.