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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
ABBA,
X-101,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.