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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.