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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.