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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.