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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.