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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.