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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.