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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.