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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
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.