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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 guitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.