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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.