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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
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.