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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.