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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.