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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.