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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.