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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Crime,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.