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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.