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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.