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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.