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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Motorama,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Brick,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.