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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.