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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.