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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.