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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.