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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.