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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Q65,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.