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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Magma,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.