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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.