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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.