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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.