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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.