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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.