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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.