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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.