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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.