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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.