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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.