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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.