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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.