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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.