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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.