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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.