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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.