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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.