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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
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Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.