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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.