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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Gong,
Q65,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.