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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.