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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.