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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.