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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.