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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.