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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Lalann,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.