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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.