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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.