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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.