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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.