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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 clarinet and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.