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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.