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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 American Breed,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
MC5,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.