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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.