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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.