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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Smoke to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.