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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.