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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.