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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.