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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.