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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.