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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.