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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.