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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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?
cv313,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.