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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.