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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.