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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.