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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.