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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.