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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.