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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.