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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.