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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.