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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.