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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.