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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.