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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
MDC,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.