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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.