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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.