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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.