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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Sparks,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.