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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.