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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.