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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Toasters,
UT,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.