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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.