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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.