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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Q65,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.