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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.