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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.