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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.