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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.