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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.