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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.