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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Gong,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.