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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.