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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.