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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.