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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.