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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.