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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.