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 Norway 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.