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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.