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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.