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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Can,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.