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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Little Man,
the Swans,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.