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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.