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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
ABC,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.