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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.