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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
the Normal,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.