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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.