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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.