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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.