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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.