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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.