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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.