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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.