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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.