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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.