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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.