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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.