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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.