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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.