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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.