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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.