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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
UT,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.