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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.