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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.