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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Interpol,
X-102,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.