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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.