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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.