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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.