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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.