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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Standells,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.