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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
CMW,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.