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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.