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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.