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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
the Association,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Pylon,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.