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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.