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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Technova,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.