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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.