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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.