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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
JFA,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.