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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.