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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.