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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.