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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.