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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Television,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.