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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.