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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.