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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
John Holt,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Japan,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.