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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.