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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 New Age Steppers 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.