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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.