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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Q65,
June Days,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.