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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Pole,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.