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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.