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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.