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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.