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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.