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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Dead C,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.