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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.