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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.