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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.