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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.