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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.