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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.