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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Y Pants 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.