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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.