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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.