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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Franke,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.