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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.