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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.