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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Isaac Hayes 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.