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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.