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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Quantec,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.