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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.