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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.