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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
World's Most,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.