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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.