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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.