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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.