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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.