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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Crime,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.