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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.