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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.