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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 a chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.