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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.