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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Black Dice 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.