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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Audionom,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.