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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.