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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Television,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.