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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.