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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Martian,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.