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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.