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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
UT,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.