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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
the Slits,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.