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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.