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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.