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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.