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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.