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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.