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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.