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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.