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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Nico,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.