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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.