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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.