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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.