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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mummies 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.