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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.