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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.