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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.