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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.