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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.