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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.