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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.