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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.