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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.