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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.