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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.