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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.