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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.