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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John 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.