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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.