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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.