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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.