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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The Gories,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.