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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.