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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.