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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.