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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.