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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.