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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.