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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.