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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.