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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.