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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.