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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.