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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.