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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
World's Most,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.