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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.