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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.