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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.