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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.