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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.