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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.