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 Malta 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.