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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.