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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Can,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.