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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.