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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.