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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.