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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.