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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.