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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.