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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Neil Young,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
X-102,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.