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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Q65,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.