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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.