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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Television,
Intrusion,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.