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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.