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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Can,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.