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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.