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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.