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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.