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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
UT,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.