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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
UT,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.