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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.