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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.