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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.