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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.