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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.