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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.