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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.