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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.