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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.