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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.