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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.