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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Deakin,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.