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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.