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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Swans,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.