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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.