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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.