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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.