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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.