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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Echospace,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.