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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.