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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.