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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.