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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.