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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Swans,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.