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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.