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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.