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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Fear,
MC5,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.