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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.