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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.