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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.