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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.