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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.