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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.