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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.