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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.