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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.