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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.