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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.