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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.