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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.