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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.