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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren 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.