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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.