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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.