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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.