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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.