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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Association,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.