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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.