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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.