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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.