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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Can,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Star Department,
New Order,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.