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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.