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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Slave,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.