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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Index,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.