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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Scion,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.