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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.