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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.