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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.