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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.