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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.