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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.