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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.