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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.