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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Model 500,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.