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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.