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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.