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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.