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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Index,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.