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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.