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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.