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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Unwound,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.