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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.