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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.