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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.