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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Crime,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.