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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.