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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.