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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.