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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.