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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.