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 China and from Lille.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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?
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.