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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.