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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
the Association,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.