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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.