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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.