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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.