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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Smog,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.