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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.