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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.