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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.