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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.