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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.