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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.