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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.