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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.