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 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.