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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.