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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Can,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.