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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.