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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.