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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.