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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.