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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.