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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.