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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.