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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.