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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Brick,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.