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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.