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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.