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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.