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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.