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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Whodini,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.