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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.