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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.