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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.