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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.