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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.