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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.