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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.