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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.