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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Magma,
Q65,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.