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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.