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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.