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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.