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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.