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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.