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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.