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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.