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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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?
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.