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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
10cc,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.