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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.