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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.