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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.