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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.