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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Busters,
MDC,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.