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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.