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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.