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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.