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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
the Association,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.