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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.