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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.