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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 Techniques,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.