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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.