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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.