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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.