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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.