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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.