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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Niagra,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.