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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.