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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.