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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Monks to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.