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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.