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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.