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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.