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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.