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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.