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 Mauritius 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.