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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.