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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.