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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Babytalk,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.