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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.