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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.