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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.