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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.