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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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?
Index,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.