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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.