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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.