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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.