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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.