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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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?
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.