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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.