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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.