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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.