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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.