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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.