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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.