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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.