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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.