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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.