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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.