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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.