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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
the Human League,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.