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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.