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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.