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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.