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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.