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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Index,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.