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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.