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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.