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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
AZ,
Urselle,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.