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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.