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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.