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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.