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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.