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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.