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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Brick,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.