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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.