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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.