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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.