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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.