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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.