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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.