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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.