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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.