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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.