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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.