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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
ABC,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.