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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.