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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.