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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.