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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.