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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.