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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.