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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.