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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.