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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.