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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.