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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
UT,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.