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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.