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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.