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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.