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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.