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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.