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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.